Psycho Styles

Chapter 8

Wow i had this whole chapter finished and then it got deleted

Olivia's POV

I was cold and hungry. We have been driving for hours and I have yet to eat anything. My stomach growled loudly. I knew H heard it. There was no way he didn't. After a few minutes we pull into a hotel parking lot. H stops the car, and pulls out the keys. "If either of you say anything to anyone, I will cut your fucking face off." He growls, his emerald eyes growing dark. I nod my head submissively, and look to Alyssa. She didn't say anything. H got a room and everything went smoothly. There was only one bed, and a couch.... Alyssa quickly claimed it. I looked to H, a smirk formed on his face, and all the color drained from mine. The night went on torturously slow, as I layed in the bed with him. He was still awake, I could tell by the way he was breathing. Suddenly a hand touches my back, I keep myself from moving in any way. His hand was gentle as he rubbed a small circle there. I stay as still as possible. He voice was low when he spoke, "I know you hate me, but I've waited so long to have someone to fix me." He sounded so vulnerable. "I'm never letting you go Olivia." I take a deep breath and his hand pulls away quickly. I turn to face him, his face held nothing but anger. A car drove by lighting up the room just enough to reveal the tears falling from my eyes. His face softens and he climbs back in bed. I allow his arms to wrap around me, and cry into his chest. It strangely brought me a great amount of comfort. I hated this man with a burning passion, he killed my father and my best friend. I just needed the comfort, and he's these only source I have.

I wake to H talking on the phone. I try sitting up but I'm handcuffed to the bed. Panic rises in me, H sees and hangs up his phone. He begins to laughs as he walks towards me. "You should see your face." He says making an exaggerated version of my previous facial expression. He unlocks the cuffs. "Why were they on me to begin with?!" I say my tone demanding. "I went out for a bit, didn't want you to run off." He answers nonchalantly. It angered me, how it doesn't affected him at all. He was a monster. he turns to face me and seems taken aback. "Jeez why so angry?" He questions, as if he really had no clue. That just pissed me off even more. How dare he! "Why so angry?" I question back, in a mocking tone, showing just how upset I was. His eyebrows raise, as he observes my face. "Why am I angry? Are you fucking kidding me!" I shout, his face remains the same. "You murdered my father! You murdered my best friend! And now you've taken me and another girl hostage! Why the fuck wouldn't I be angry!?" His face didn't change, but his eyes did, pupils narrowing. Obviously filling with anger. "You are a fucking psycho!" That threw him over the edge. His hand shot out grabbing my neck. He was quick to restrict my oxygen intake. My hands clutch his at an attempt to pry them away, to no avail. I felt as if I was chocking, I stammer out illogical sounds. I could feel consciousness slipping away. Just as my eyes started to close, he releases me, and I fall to the floor. I gasp for air, holding my neck. He crouches to my level, "You are to never speak to me like that again, do you understand me?" He growls, I only nod. He stands over me, and sighs. He surprises me when he pulls me up to my feet and hugs me. I stood there motionless, yes I excepted his hug last night but this is different. My head hurt after my screaming fit, I just wanted to sleep, despite just waking up. H has yet to pull away, like he waiting for me to hug him back, and that caused more sobs to force their way out. I grabbed on to him to keep from falling to the ground, an he holds me tighter. "My name is Harry." He says once my crying subsided. I wasn't sure what to think, why was he telling me this? I pull away and look up at him, his face held regret, and his eyes were sad. He didn't look like a Harry. "But you aren't allowed to call me that in front of Alyssa." He says his tone hardening. "You understand?" I nodded. I didn't wanna get choked out again. It was then when Alyssa made an appearance, dressed in the same clothes but with wet hair. She looked at me like I had murdered someone. I didn't know why until I realized I was still in Harrys arms. I quickly pull away from him, it gladly didn't make him angry. Alyssa didn't say a word. Harry looked at me, "You need to take a shower." I roll my eyes, " A showers pointless if I'm putting dirty clothes back on." He just looks at me, his face holding no emotion. Then he shrugged, "Good point." I was definitely surprised with his answer, and so was Alyssa. Harry began gathering things in the room, and putting them in a bag, that he had brought with us the night before. I watched with an odd look on my face, that he saw when he glanced at me. "What?" He says, accent thick. "Why are you bringing all that? You don't need any of it." He looks at me as if I'm the crazy one, "I bloody aid for it, didn't I?" He had a good point, I nodded and stayed quiet. Not long after that exchange we were leaving the hotel. I started out walking next to Harry, but slacked back when I realized just how quiet Alyssa was being. "Hey you ok?" I whispered. She looked at me angrily, "You know what I mean." She then shrugs and looks away.

Alyssa's POV (last night)

I am so mad at her. He so nice to her, it's not fucking fair. I want him, to hurt her. I hear him whispering, "...you hate me, but I've waited so long to have someone to fix me." His voice was quiet. "I'm never letting you go Olivia." That pissed me off further. From the night he broke in and murdered her father and took me as a hostage, he hasn't shut up about her. So I wanted to change that tonight. Olivia had started crying, and now they were hugging. When she fell asleep I climbed of the couch and went to the side of the bed he slept on. He was awake, his eyes looked up at me holding nothing but confusion. I used my finger to motion him to sit up and he did. I took that opportunity to kiss him. He didn't hesitate at all to move his lips against mine. His were much more eager, but he pulled away and look at Olivia. "She's sleeping." He nods and pulls me to the bathroom. He was very rough with his movements, like he was angry. He doesn't remove his clothes, just pulls down his pant, and forcefully removes mine. He guides himself to me and then stops. His pulls away and pulls his pants up, then looks to me, eyes filled with hatred. "How dare you!" He growls. "You know!" He points his finger at me, "You know." He repeats, and turns away leaving me alone.